The hot summer rain is falling on my window paneI cant stop myself from fallingFalling for you againMy soul is yearning for your tasteYour arms to slip around my waistBut I know that you wont be there in the morning

I hate how much I love you, I hate that I dont hate you.I've got every reason to hate you,now the wine starts to kick in. I pour myself another glass and hope this pain will come to pass but you will forever be my golden boy.

The veil of night is slowly fallingas time drives me insaneI cant stop myself from falling, head over heels again. My heart is sore, I cannot singI sit and wait for the phone to ringBut I know that you wont be there if I call you.

You're always to blame for my aching heart, and tears were predicted from the start, i just hoped that you would be there to stop the tears from falling. Falling. Falling.

My thoughts of you are slowly falling and the tears roll down again.I cant stop myself from falling for your smooth green eyes again.Now the summers gone again, its time for us to part, and by next spring sometimewine will have healed my broken heart.

She lives in the depths of despair Is she wallowing there?Looking for which way to turn, she sees a sign and doesn’t Hide because deep inside, she’s still aliveWalking, slowly, swiftly now Will she make it or be found?Lost in a world with no one to careLost in a place she thought she could bear Following the road and she thinks of her headFilled with sorrow and dreadForgetting the past, dwelling on the futureBut for now, she lives in the depths of despair Knowing she won’t always stay wallowing there.

November 5, 2008

It’s 3:38 and the bell ringsreleasing me into the jungleof downtown Pittsburgh’s mess. Kids from everywhere congregateon corners inhaling cigarettes, waiting for buses and meetingfriends from rival schools.I think of you as I stand withthe cold wind brushing my legs,my CAPA pants rolled up to my knees. If you were here, you’d keepme warm.

Tall buildings loom up over small ones, keeping shadowsover most of the streets. The sun doeslittle to warm us. Shannon laughs in myear as she recites lines from Chicken Little,our favorite movie: Four views in twenty-four hours,an accomplishment made by the two of us overChristmas break.

The bus comes, spraying slush up onto the sidewalk,we climb in through the back doors scrambling to find a seat. I sit next to Shannon, our laughter carrying overfrom our outside conversation.The bus driver looks in her mirroryelling to the back,“Put the food away before I pull this bus over!”Shannon and I sneak our chips, sipping our drinks behind Jesse and Jeremy.We laugh with them, their jokes and party anecdotes spilling like coffee from their lips. I smileblushing, they’re cute but not like you.

There is a pause in conversation and I get a chance to look out the window.The sidewalks are littered with snow,black slush covering the streets. The trees are bare. Pittsburgh is uglyin winter even though you refutemy opinion.

The bus pulls into Morningside,and I pull the yellow bell rope staggering my way up to front,waving goodbye to Shannon, Jesse, and Jeremy.You would be jealous if you saw me blush the way I do for them when they wave back. I show the bus driver mypass, say “Thank You” and jumpdown onto the street, scrambling toreach the sidewalk before the bus starts pulling away. I walk down about fourhouses and look up at my three-story brick house looming over me.I push the white gate that youconstantly bang shut back andtrek carefully to the steps, afraidof the ice that might behiding under the snow; ourfootsteps frozen from the morning.I knock on the door, it’s Monday,dad’s at work. I pull out my keys onmy GO ARMY key chain, my Kiss Me I’m Irish key chain, and my‘Stop Starring, They Don’t Talk’ key chain.I pick the Trib PM up offof the cold porch, unlocking the doorunleashing the warmth upon me,and carry it inside with me,peeling away the plastic. I flipto my horoscope hopingit will resemble something havingto do with you. It doesn’t and I tossit on the side of the couch sodad can read it when he comes home.

I pick the remote control upturning on What I Like About You.I retreat into the kitchen lookingfor some type of fuel untildinner comes along; somethingto keep me going to accomplish myunwanted homework. I pop somethingin the microwave and go back to thecouch, waiting for it to get done.Your smile lingers in my mind,your laughter replaying over and overin my ears. I smile. The microwave bell dings.One last thought before I let you go:I love you, I’m sure of it.

Sylvia,It saddens me to think thatthe world did not accept you.Life’s a dizzy dance that spins round and round. The mind blurs and soon there is no distinctionbetween what is and what is not.Those high institutions crowned you, the flashing lights were drawn to you.Yet somehow you still questioned the meaning of success—What is it?Perhaps someday I will learn somethingyou knew not (that success is acceptance of the world.) But until then I will carry your memory like a black, deflating balloon that hangs over me.(The question is, am I saddened by itor inspired?)

If beauty's skin deep and brains are forever Then let's lie in bed and think together Your beauty's unbounded and your wisdom unspoken Let's lie around and fix bonds broken My problem is that you love me no more But just for me, clarify the score You've taken my love and captured my heart And in its wake you left not even a spark But hate you I can't and never will For my feelings for you can't ever stay still The flame of this heart can never quell Even when I feel unwell My love has no limits but neither does your hate So all I can do is sit here and wait You think I don't fight but you are wrong If I had my way I'd fight all day long 24/7 365 days a year It wouldn't be a chore, it would be my career I'd dedicate my life to winning your heart And these three words will be my start:I LOVE YOU

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Poetry4Teens was started by Kellie in 1998 and moved to blogspot.com in 2007. This site accepts nearly all poetry submissions and does not discriminate based on writing experience or subject matter. If you're a teen, your poetry *will* be read! :) Just a note: Your poems will not post automatically after you submit them. Please give me a day or two to get them on the site. Thank you!